Melancholia

It's foggy, you're calling
I don't pick up
I'm just not feeling alright
Do you even know why

You're calling to tell me
About all of the fun
You had with her last night
Well I partied too

You just weren't invited and

We stayed up late talking
We laughed, we cried, I'm exhausted
We didn't get any rest
And honestly I got a lot off my chest, boy

You've never seen that side of me
You've never treated me sweetly
Criminal fun so arrest me
Out with my bestie

Melancholia
Melancholia
Melancholia
Melancholia

(Yeah)

With her there's always things to say
If I'm honest
Things are better this way
She doesn't judge

If I change religion like four times a day and

(Hey!)

We've had time for reflection
You choose that life, it's no question
Usually I'm not into girls
But I'll make an exception

For Melancholia
Melancholia
Melancholia
Melancholia

Something about her I can't stay away
That girl is with me each night and each day
Why would I ever just throw that away
Throw that away
Throw that away

Something about her I can't stay away
That girl is with me each night and each day
She shows me love in the words you won't say
Words you won't say
Words you won't say

Melancholia
Melancholia

Melancholia
Melancholia
Melancholia
Melancholia
Melancholia
Melancholia
Melancholia
Melancholia

It's foggy you're calling
Don't pick up
I just don't feel alright
You don't even know why



Credits
Writer(s): Greg Somerville, Justin Russell, Zachary Foster
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